If by your life's work you mean the doggerel verses you have been so adamantly posting in this thread and the predecessor to it, I can give you high marks for persistence, but will not offer any encouragement. I offered you some advice a few months back on how to go about plumbing the mysteries of what makes poetry work, when it does--I think I referred you to Cleanth Brooks' book on Understanding Poetry. As with much of the other well-meant advice upthread, I suppose it slid off your sturdy, waterproof back. Well and good. Absent that understanding, which I am certain you do not presently possess, I strongly suspect the proceeds from this life-work of yours will measure in the coppers. I do not mean to discourage you, because your adamantine perseverance is admirable if a bit eccentric. Maybe you would profit from memorizing a dozen of Mister Shakespeare's sonnets, or committing some of Yeats' pieces to heart.